The old lady had kept on her way unsuspiciously, using as a cane
a faded blue umbrella, which she carried invariably, whatever the
weather.
When Mrs. Payson felt herself sinking, she uttered a loud shriek
and waved her arms aloft, brandishing her umbrella in a frantic
way. She was plunged up to her armpits in the snow, and was, of
course, placed in a very unfavorable position for extricating
herself.
The two boys were at first nearly smothered by the descent of
snow, but when the first surprise was over they recognized their
prisoner. I am ashamed to say that their feeling was that of
unbounded delight, and they burst into a roar of laughter. The
sound, indistinctly heard, terrified the old lady beyond measure,
and she struggled frantically to escape, nearly poking out Pomp's
eye with the point of her umbrella. "
Pomp, always prompt to repel aggression, in return, pinched her
foot.
"Massy sakes! Where am I?" ejaculated the affrighted old lady.
"There's some wild crittur down there.
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